Prelude to the Magnus botrus - Rex Talk November 2001 by Keith Torkelson

 

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Title - Prelude to the Magnus botrus - Rex Talk November 2001 by Keith Torkelson

Renamed Magnus botrus for Entropus magnus

By: KE Torkelson, November 13, 2001 (Tuesday)

Touched up March 29, 2026 (Sunday)

 

Wake today, grateful

Grateful for last night a night of sleep

Eat today, grateful

Little loving planned for this day

 

Observed and only admired

Eating again

Looking in looking out

I need more cognitive discourse

 

Not tired anymore

Sleep I will

And while I sleep

I will imagine and dream

 

You, you the GOD 1, Big “G”

Infinity to the zero, Power

Me in my sleep try you may to extinguish me

Make me unnecessary, here

Elevate me to all high, heaven

 

I have walked, floated, and been carried upon this Earth

Parts of me

Possibly for longer than a billion years

My Kid, the Imaginator, Keith Edward has returned

So I adopt him

 

Asking the Kid does

Where are you?

We don’t know you much

Though you know us

 

Please

Your presence grace us with

If we are returning

Then why not you...?

 

If your son is coming to take care of the beasts

Recalling the extant Rexi spirits

From the Stars

Regerminate the Thunder Lizard plant mover minders

Release some of the winged ones, the flyers

Pterosaurs

 

Go beneath, Coordinate

Coordinate is with our mother

Order is with our mother

She stays with her mother, or the mother

This Earth, ME

 

Do we underestimate our foe?

The small, like us

Or is it bigger

I’m a hydrogen atom, inconsequential

Two parts of many

 

Is our foe …

… the sum of all ill?

Of all hatred and pain

Suffering, terror, violence, unrest

The one who brings us near to death

Then dumps us, living yet trapped, wounded

 

We, the Saurs, only know a few ways to fight

But with our kind

We are one thousand times more able

Ya’ know

 

Telling The Kid not to fight, you keep

Do not hurt, cause no harm

Do not propagate shame or pain for gain

Free ourselves from the guilt of necessity

 

Desire, what am I to do

Desire to kiss the curvy ones

The Earth’s gals

Mother Earth’s children

 

Rise out of the water

Like in the movie, Mom-Rex

Find the Kid

Stumbling as Torkrex a Tork-a-saurs, once again

 

Until GOD comes, repeat ascension

In persona to slap some or shake our little hands

God man being divinity, Eternity I like you

God Jesus and Mother Earth we all love you

And we commit our imaginings to you

 

Wake us in the morning, GOD will

Temporarily GOD enters a temporal field

Time he finds in doing so

GOD here in Time I wait, patiently

 

In GOD’s Words

 

GOD: Sleep quiet slumbers, repeat until I come and awaken you.  Awaken, oxidize and live.  Like some but love all.  You know that gentleman All.  I had lunch with him the other night.  Bind you all under a banner for Peace.  When Rael is Real then I will come.  Listen for the horn. I come after angels – the angels of Something. Arise you and go save lives! 

 

Be cautious about the Angel of Death

He with his red eyes

Green skin

And tainted love - sometimes

 

The Son, died on our behalf

Jesus judges on your behalf

The spirit split is in progress

Who will stay with Mother Earth after they pass?

Who will go?

 

Tell All that Something is at an event horizon

“Hold the line” if you can

I’m transcending my line

With no “Ys” of my own

My “Ys” are in safekeeping

 

But do not be troubled if you cannot get a grip

The code’s thinning, a mockery to A Mechanism

Humankind be not so egocentric

 

My lips say

Flow and fix

Sans nadir, sans zenith

Fix and flow and flow and fix

 

On your Watercraft navigating the River of Life

Paddle past Chaos

Join a side

The left or the right

Hopefully with a peaceful lot

 

Divide

And care

For those surrendering to

No thing at All

The right Nothing

 

I am one with the greatest of inventions

The patent says 1 GOD for Creation!

Then came some rowdy ones

Leading, patronizing, battling, conjuring, while beatifying

 

You ask me of a female of JRR’s making

Lú thi en is her name

Hand in hand with her man

In fiction she fights for us, daily

 

First showing about 1977

Coming again a rumor I here

Be here already she may

Publish your writ you may

A writ of virtues, values, of mission

 

Ask

What is Right?

What is sovereign?

What is the covenant?

Who is the “tyrant, conqueror of humanity”?

A strange lot he be

 

You may ask do I have meaning to my imaginings

Do I have a hand in disorders of excess?

Am I a disease in itself?

 

The strings of life started entangled

They are beastly in nature

The cause and effect

The effect and cause

Causal curation

 

And

 

What about the kill 'em dis ease, War?

The raging’s against the fathers?

Proliferation about the anti bodies?

The master neuron or perikaryon Alpha?

 

The anger, rage, and kill 'em viral menaces

The plague of plagues

Hurting the mega-maternal

Silently walking away, then

 

Not seeing her majesty

The limbs that fed you

The Love that saved you

From the bitter harsh reality of misery

Of populations starving

Of the “Fists of Fury”

 

Mountains grow not under your feet

By your hand mountains weather

Underlyers keep eating those mountains

They will grow, elsewhere

 

Valkyries

Snatch up your warriors

Trident, spare the liquid life

So there will be enough for a tomorrow

In a desert we are without Water

 

Weigh you I won’t

I have no foot with your name

Let it be known that you sit on your own court

Passing verdicts of fire and flame

 

You entered the door marked terror

Of nothing not seen before

Of crying you knew not

Where it takes only a drop of Water

To cause you Pain

Where only a holy drop of Water

Save you it could

 

You ask my will

I command you to swim up the river for a few

In, Time you may ask

We gift you a clock to live by

When Time stops what is it like?

 

In the halls of heaven I may find

A clock to keep

Not too fast or slow

A comforting, gentle rate

A bio-clock that’s dialed in

 

I tweak and twist

Rather than sitting back

Time’s measure I record

 

Life is strange, “People are Strange”

Some have been tormented

Tortured

Telling no one what they’ve seen

Revealing “Altered States”

 

Once you eek out an existence

Share it

First just once

Then give forth to ones’ who are starting again

 

The essences of the Saurs

To you I command

You think you be alone

Review the maps, the charts

The evidence

Search on Saurs, on Dinosaurs and religion

 

On dinosaurs and perseverance

On Rexi and the fate

The fate of most species

The fate of those who do not transcend

The dimension Infinity

“We Have Only Just Begun”

“To live”

 

Fifteen billion years

In the blink of an eye

Have you tea with Time

Have you caffeine when you sleep

Sweating the liquid of knowledge

Then be alone before you know, together

 

My son the message is not clear

If it were then all would know

He does not, I do, I am the greatest invention

I am your Mind

 

I created All

I study imagination

From its halls I came to be

The one

The first with a lady

Our lady so fair

So blue her eyes are

 

How do you become me from the distance so far?

For me there is no distance, there is no Time

There is no disorder

Entropus you did not create

Yet I invented him on my left

Then Order is my right

Energy goes between

Start Time and I get into motion

 

The magnitude of motion

I have no instrument to detect you in the physical

Yet you have gained velocity sufficient to measure in the spirit

Of intellects

All better

Nothing is real unless proven so

Ever reducing error

Rarified our data is

 

Pastures of knowledge

Await you

As a “life-long-learner”

A student of wisdom

A believer in Peace

 

Yet it is all there in you now

Rediscover it

Sort and classify it and you may reach

Reach anyone

Never know what you knew you may

Now

 

That Saur

That big mama

Internal quality

Manage ment and housekeeping

The con science

These are allowed in your room

As long as you can abide by the code

A code of sanity

Traveling in your waking hours

You may

 

Remember the blue

Did you see an end to it?

Are you always under it?

It comes and goes

Daily

 

The Schism or gap

Why does it persist?

Because of weak or loose associations

Resolve them with real world discovery

Simple threads of truth

 

The Kid, the fast clock

To lose yourself in the bliss of the intimate

You need that Kid in you for now

You ask is he going to run again?

Is he going to stop the respiratory death?

 

I say that I will give you a goal

One you cannot attain

So why run like the cat again?

You are not getting there

Maybe, never

 

You pledged to the man of the Fire

To be atomized and spread for food

Paying back our systems of cycles

Potential to corrupt you had

 

The master program

The operating system - TorkDoors

The applications

The syntactically correct yet disruptive code

The energy gobblers

Your inter-relational algorithms

 

This has to be

Kid, what you see

Stop writing erroneous code

Save hours debugging

 

We have enough power

To light a match

Only playing with matches, I was

So says the Kid, the rock thrower of the last Millennium

 

What is your own?

Try as you might the unifying force is not within you

Let me have a try

Give you some two part epoxy

Together = Synergism

The final form is not as before

The Unexpected, expect

 

It is 2 AM Kid

You be exhausted

I really can’t tell you till dawn

A dawn of divinity

A dawn of omnipotence

A dawn you only hope to see…

 

GOD…I was near perfect

Have faith

Again, trust me…

 

Compile your All again into a stable operating system

The truth be told

Fin, “my only friend the end”

“Hello again” you are “Just What I Needed”

 

How can you say there is a religious component?

When the subject does not know what religion is

Re legion, Religiosity, What is it?

 

The formation of battle lines of your own

Vision be with you and yours

The few that remain

Open the doors!

Sound off

Ten, hundred, ten to the finity

I be “Livin on a Prayer”, Torkel Saga 2059

 

Last not, those evoking fear

Only do so because we do not know

There is paranoia versus fear

Fear you fight, fear you run

Paranoid we lose

 

Lum Turmonute

Vac Le Tuma Portuniatus

Gran Septicum

Del Muert Tut Zepor

Cartunicum Tork

Opened By Keith E Torkelson

 

Blame Me

“On the day she went away”

“Goodbye was all I had to say”

Now she’s back again

“I want to come again and stay”

Call me Men Torrs

Not Pressure

 

999

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Fin

Dear GOD,

What hath become of your son?  Where ith he when we needith he?  How do you expect us to put this mess we are in into your context of creativity and humor, of Peace? Do eth I meet your approval?  Set the judges in action upon me so I may learn to be a better judge.  Judge me, judge, Mr. S. Judge your son.  Then set him forth upon what we eth call civilized men to set them straightest upon the path to absolute truth and peace: Truth about expiration and Peace for more.

 

The hour is late.  How can we do your will when we lack a common contemporary vision?  A vision that includeth Order for the Entropus magnus.  GOD.  Oh!  Here me tonight I am a grateful soul.  My heart and mind reacheth up to yuze.  Look down and do not laugh at my favor.  Prevent donation to damnation of future beings.  Some who may never evolve to be Earthlings.  I pray for those who suffered more than I.  My will is yours to command.  I have been listening for relevant directions.  I hear them from angels’ voices.  The Gabriel man who sings on the deck of our ship for this journey. He is a Man of Peace.

 

GOD grace my students in the morning.  Maybe they will rise today with divine vision.  I say hi in the most reverent manner I know to The Son, the Jesus, my doctor l.  I have one last request during this night of rain.  Can I stay in the game yet coach, GOD?

 

I do not damn, I visited a hell so I may find portions of myself.  On way, about Purgatory I found my brother, Craig Edward Torkelson.  GOD who took Craig away from you, from me, from us?  I hear that you have a first son.  A run away some call S????.  An angel, a devil, a wicked one.  Let’s have him over for dinner.  After these supper bashes I lose more than I can allocate for.  Who gets what I luze.  I tythe your way GOD.  Don’t give me and mine away to sufferings and terrors.  I am going to get up to morrow and do some more good.  I am so far from where the life comes from. The ground and Water.  I am so far from where waters stream.  Please get me back in touch with where you will me.

 

The next sentence I want to be yours, OK.  Sleep on it.  Please take my mind.  Take my hand and make some sense.  I pray for your “knowledge of your will for us and the power to carry it out”.  I make the decision to turn my will and life over to your care.  We need a unifying principle.  We need something that reaches into all hearts with the right energy.  We need Jesus Christ.  Love us All, Urgently, with appeal Keith “Buster” Torkelson…born on Easter Sunday 1.9.5.9.